Bat family's cub is lost

"So," the doctor looked down again, and there was already a black scratch on his sleeve, "well, where did I go," he lowered his voice, raised his hand to show that he was not threatening, and leaned towards Bruce. It used to be, "Don't worry, trust me, they shouldn't have a massive invasion yet, a small amount of silence won't be hard to resolve, and you'll be fine."

Bruce acquiesced to the doctor's approach, and he touched the gun barrel that was still warm, "I've already fired a gun but I don't have any relevant memories. Does this prove that I have met the silence you mentioned?"

[Didi——Didi——]

"Sorry, sorry, it's my phone," the doctor touched the communicator from his pocket and pressed the receive button at the same time, a message immediately popped up on the screen【Stop chatting, hurry up and evacuate. 】From Mrs. Vastra, who is currently providing remote support in a building with a view of the hotel.

Bruce glanced, "Your partner?"

"It's a friend," the doctor looked down at the clothes again, there was still only one stroke, everything was safe. "We've got to get going, another friend of mine will be there to meet us, and everything will be a little bit safer with him."

"I said one, two, three, don't hesitate to run back to the banquet hall below, understand?" The doctor and Bruce kept their vigilance while backing away until they touched the doorknob.

"One"

"two"

"three"

"run!"

In the banquet hall, the well-dressed ladies were holding red wine and chatting with the men, while the school-age ladies with exquisite makeup were whispering in twos and threes, and glanced at a corner from time to time, blushing, being met Several sisters laughed at each other.

"I am so lucky to meet a beautiful girl like you today. If you don't mind, would you like to dance with me when the ball starts?"

He exchanged a face-to-face kiss with Miss Nawei, watched her leave with reluctant eyes, the craftsman propped his hands on the table back, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.He casually picked up a glass of champagne from the table, tasted it, and then frowned. He really didn't understand why so many people thought wine was delicious.

The craftsman hooked the tie and loosened the neckline to ease the discomfort of being the focus of attention.In order to match the silent trap, he changed his black robe and put on a dark blue suit, and put on a disguised Bruce's face, imitating the smiles of every playboy Bruce in his impression and their flirting with beautiful girls.

To be honest, for his facial muscles that haven't been smiling for a long time, the amount of exercise tonight is a bit heavy.

Suddenly, a bomb was thrown in, and the crowd dispersed in an uproar to avoid it.

"Be careful," the craftsman wrapped his arms around the waist of a girl who was tripped by a high-heeled shoe and was about to fall, lifted her up gently, and whispered in her ear, "Go to someone you know, and be careful."

The bomb exploded with a bang, and the smoke filled the air, "Hahahahaha, how can there be no dear clown at a time like this?" Several figures walked in through the smoke - the Riddler, Catwoman, Penguin, and of course the clown , he is most formally dressed.Everyone is here, with a fiery red rose pinned to their collars.

The screams of "Ah!!!" came from the crowd crouching in the corner to hide one after another. The craftsman pretended to be flustered and looked back, and several people had already fallen silently to the ground.At the same time, he also saw Bruce who was dragged by the doctor to run down the stairs after a simple disguise and mixed into the shivering crowd.He stuffed the gun in the sleeve, and looked around keenly, pretending to be terrified.

"Look who I saw?" The clown jumped up and down in front of the craftsman, grinning, "Gotham's rising star, Bruce Wayne with ridiculous dreams," he said in a sticky tone, "Why do you Why don't you talk? Are you afraid?"

The craftsman's eyes fell on his cuffs and the bodies of the people behind him. There were some smells and burn marks there, "Why did you come here?"

"Of course it's a birthday present for you."

Catwoman walked gracefully and winked at him, "That's right, is it a huge gift?"

"What gift?" The craftsman narrowed his eyes slightly.

The clown patted his pockets, "gift, gift——" his smile froze suddenly, and he jumped angrily, "some misbehaving kid stole the gift prepared by Mr. Clown!" Angrily, he suddenly bent down and laughed, "But it's okay," he loaded the gun and aimed at the guests behind him, "Sa, come and choose your little partner, let's play a game as a gift, shall we?"

The craftsman was unmoved, "What is chasing you? Look at the muzzles of your guns. Who did you shoot at?"

"Maybe some naughty guy? What's the point?"

"Let's step on a riddle," the Riddler waved his crutch, and raised the muzzle of the gun with the other hand, "When I am alive, you bury me in the ground, and when I resurrect, you kill me, I am who?"

"Ah!" The scream came from behind him again, the smoke caused by the bomb had dissipated, but the deeper fog spread out at some point, and only blurred shadows could be seen between those who were a little further away.

Something came with the mist, silence!Taking advantage of the time when the craftsman was entangled by the clown and the others, they launched a cleaning operation behind him.

In such an environment where no one can see anyone, there seems to be no need to pretend. The craftsman turned cold and no longer maintained his superficial panic, "I don't think I have time to guess riddles now."

The clown no longer kept his smile, and his eyes became fierce, "You are not my cute little Bruce, naughty guy, who are you?"

The craftsman just snapped his fingers, and the clown and the others and the guests all fell asleep.

"Craftsman! Come and help!" The doctor's voice came from the mist.

"Poor person whose fate is a tragedy all his life, your stranger's bell has sounded, and your fate will be brought back to the right track, and you will have no chance to escape." Silence stretched out their hands to Bruce, who was also asleep, even though The first few were knocked down by the doctor's firepower, but the Silences continued to attack one after another.

The noise he made attracted silent eyes, and they also turned their attention to the doctor, "Your end is coming—"

"Too much talk," the artisan suddenly appeared and kicked the approaching guy away, blocking Bruce and the doctor behind him, the hand that picked up the gun was in a daze for a moment, and then aimed at Silence and fired without hesitation, "Don't look away, Doctor, look around."

"It's all fog, I think it's a bit difficult," said the doctor, still holding the gun and carefully looking around, especially the position of the ceiling. "There are only two of us, we can't take care of everything, and ten times as many people can't do it, as long as they disappear from your sight, we will forget everything."

The doctor fired a few shots at another shot into the oncoming silence, and the rest were drawn into the fog again, "Wait what did I just do?" He patted his head, "No matter what, several people have already been attacked Dead, I suspect their goal is not just trying to thwart the truth, there must be something else that appeals to them."

"Like what?"

"How would I know!"

The fingertips of the Quiet people emit high-intensity electric currents, and guests continue to die in their sleep.The craftsman gritted his teeth, the fog affected his perception, he had to work harder.But this made him careless, the silent electric current made him kneel to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, someone was sent out of the fog by him, and the exit was in Mrs. Vastra's apartment. With her care, people in a coma can be guaranteed temporary safety.

"Are you okay?" The doctor was also attacked, and he patted the craftsman's shoulder with cold sweat and unable to stand up.

The craftsman gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, and let down a few more silences.

"Palmer Wayne, the guy who tried to break free from fate time and time again," Quiet's fingertips were already very close to him, "but you always know that all your choices are fate's arrangement, including death."

"Get lost!" Some of the guests who hadn't had time to be sent away were still being killed. The Riddler who was sleeping suddenly woke up. He staggered and walked over with his gun. "Let's guess a riddle," he slammed his gun against the post, "Bruce Wayne, I am real, I am real absurd, you can play me, you can create me, who am I ?”

The Silences made way for him to the artisan, the doctor, and Bruce. They no longer killed the guests, and they no longer tried to continue the attack. The artisan, whose eyes followed their movements, suddenly understood something.

People were killed because they all escaped the fate they should have died, and this turning point, the stone that made the water ripple came from Bruce Wayne's reversed fate.He should have lived a tragic life like a quiet talk and died like a ridiculous comedy.

Who changed all this?Who is the one who threw the stone?Who is the original holder of that secret?

The craftsman stood up on the floor, and he called to the Riddler, "Edinesh, put down the gun, it's over," he put down the gun first, "wait," the Doctor realized what he wanted to do.

"The drama has ended, and there is no need for it to continue."

"Whoa whoa, it's a pity you guessed wrong," the Riddler shook his cane, "say, goodbye?" and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The craftsman fell to the ground in response, blood gushed out from his left chest, and soon stained his clothes red.The fog cleared, the TARDIS emerged from behind it, and all the silence disappeared.

"Hang on, please, it's just a shot in the heart, the Time Lord has two hearts."

"But I'm a half-lord, so I only have one heart, which is the one on the left." The craftsman shook the doctor's hand weakly, "Don't worry about my breach of contract, I brought you back to TARDIS, you can all go back Go to your own place. There is still silence, don't worry about them anymore, time and space are correcting themselves, the rifts that have been torn are closing, and everyone will be thrown out of this universe."

"Why did you do this?" The doctor's eyes were filled with sadness that was so heavy that it was almost solid, but his expression became calm instead.

"Because there was destined to be a Bruce who needed to die," the artisan said, with blood foaming from his mouth, "it's all right now, 'Bruce' died, but Bruce didn't die, everything was perfect."

"Don't worry, death is like a cold to the Time Lord, and I'll be born again soon, and a brand new me."

When the fog cleared and everyone was put back in place, the clown was the first to wake up.He walked over with heavy steps and walked faster and faster. He knocked down the Riddler and fell to his knees beside the craftsman, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I understand, I understand Alfred, Bruce Wayne will understand too." The clown took off the green wig and wiped the makeup on his face twice. Who else could it be if he wasn't a loyal old housekeeper?The craftsman looked at him calmly, "Bruce Wayne is dead, so there will be no more clowns, right?"

"Yes, there won't be any more." He sobbed, taking off his suit and covering it on the craftsman, "At the beginning, I just hoped that this way could make Master Bruce's life easier, but Eddie got involved It's too deep, and he's out of control. How can I help you, are you the gentleman you've always been?"

"Oh, what have I done." He lowered his head in pain.

"Prepare for a funeral Alfred, to wrap up the drama, don't we always tell fictional stories about famous people, alive or not."

"Alfred," Bruce also woke up. He looked at the old butler with makeup on complicatedly. He guessed that he was doing this. He tried to stop it but it was always in vain, until now it led to tragedy.

"Don't look like that," the craftsman stood up with the support of the doctor and Alfred, and smeared the blood from the wound on Bruce's clothes, "I won't die."

"Nice to meet you, Bruce, I'm a craftsman."

"I'm glad to meet you too," Bruce held his hand solemnly, "a friend who has never met before."

"Edina was taken away by the police who arrived. Bruce seemed to have had a big fight with his housekeeper, but they were still family. You know, quarrels tend to happen between families. Later they rehearsed a scene Funeral, to a caped man named Bruce Wayne, I heard that the audience finally felt that this was to praise Bruce's heroic character."

"So is he really dead?" Amy looked at the doctor curiously.

The doctor rubbed his hands, pulled a switch in the Tadis and smiled again, "Of course not, Bruce Wayne was sitting in the audience when the play was on."

"Am I dead?" Bruce, who was sitting on the bench, asked the lady beside him in the dim candlelight.

"No, of course not."

"Maybe I'm dead," he said with a smile. "You're talking to a haunted ghost. Can you tell me who you are, beautiful lady?"

"If you are a ghost," laughed the lady, "then I must be death, kissing you."

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